She's dead. Tied up in the backseat. Her head sags on her chest. Her shirt is stained a sticky red. Lights flash red and blue in my rear view
mirror. The siren whoops. I pull over. Sweat breaks out on my forehead.The policeman walks toward my car with a flashlight in hand. The policeman shines the
light on her face. "Are we home daddy?", she murmurs.